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[tinyhorror]

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[askglassanon]

[ he hyper fixates on the screen as supernatural plays waiting for donnie]

*Watches the show idly, mostly keeping an eye on Levi* - Glass

[othercrossee]

the way I'm more upset no ones seeing my jokey joke sketch post than a rendered art is so funny like why r u not seeing why does Irida call u babygirl what's not to like about my baby questioning this dude a random question innocently

[aethelwyneleigh27]

More Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley and Taskforce Moments With Little Ghost

+ Featuring Los Vaqueros Uncles, Meemaw Laswell (and her wife?), Peepaw Nikolai, Aunty Farah and Uncle Alex

Did I use the same pictures as I did with the last posts? Yes, because these pictures are so Ghostie coded. Also there's like a slight ✨sprinkle✨ of Angst in there, good luck <3

Tag list: @puff0o0 @simp4konig @blingblong55 @azereus @rustic-guitar-notes @shadofireshinobi @anonymuslydumb @skeletalgoats @icarustypicalfall @ghosts-cyphera @cutenote @connorsui HAS THE BEST FREAKING COMMENTARY AND IS SO SWEET, SHE MAKES ME SOUND LIKE I'M SOME AUTHOR WHO WROTE A FAMOUS BOOK, ILY CONNORSUI <3 (ngl, I go back to read her commentary over and over again because if how nice they make me feel 😭)

Pairings: Ghost x Wife!Reader

This is my personal AU, I don't think anyone has written on little Ghostie before I did. Not to say that there aren't any works on Dad!Ghost and his kids however Ghostie is a character of mine who holds such a special place in my heart, especially after I started writing more about her and how she acts around everyone.

Possible ships: Farah x Alex (Faralex)?? Alejandro x Rudy (Alerudy)?? Price x Nikolai (Nikprice)??

I know Halloween season is over but y'all can't do anything about this, it's been cooking in my brain for a while now. (Some of these are just regular scenarios though) Ghostie is back y'all!!!

❥ Ghostie who simultaneously made her way into convincing the Taskforce to go with her trick or treating, having her little army uniform that was commissioned for her, a bit visible underneath her pink puffy jacket. Yeah I don't think she's going to stop wearing it unless she's outgrown it, in which case, that would just break her big heart :((

❥ Simon holding little Ghostie's hand while she toddles, she would NOT go anywhere without either her dad's, her mum's or her uncle Gaz's hand. Having her tiny chubby fingers gripping onto two of her dad's fingers as he guides her up big steps. Catching her when she accidentally slips on the slippery steps.

❥ The rest of the Taskforce being behind her like a bunch of guard dogs, ain't nobody is gonna try and scare her because of the big burly men next to her. Photo was provided by my favorite artist last Halloween, @puff0o0:

❥ Ghostie having the sweetest voice ever, she so polite, so much so that she makes the her dad and uncles chuckle at her. (This is how I imagined her voice to sound like)

"Say trick or treat.." Gaz whispers, coaching her from behind as someone from the house opens the door. Two women in costumes, holding a big candy bowl.

"trwick or trweat.." Little Ghostie mumbles, far too shy and almost hiding behind her uncle.

"What a cute costume you have there, here, take these ones" one of the women said, adding the candy to Ghostie's little basket.

"Thank you!" Ghostie exclaims, making the two girls awe at her politeness and eagerness.

❥ Yeah Ghostie definitely pronounces Halloween as "Ha-Hoween".

❥ I can't help but think that they came across that one house with a sign that said "leave your single dad's number if he's attractive" and as a joke, uncle Gaz threw in a piece of paper with peepaw Price's number on it, only to have peepaw Nikolai fish it out of the candy bowl when he thought no one could see him.. but Ghostie did.

Not Halloween related:

❥ Safe to say that when uncle Gaz doesn't like someone, neither does Ghostie, if you all can recall that cutscene from mw3, Gaz did NOT even bother to acknowledge Philip's existence. That being said, Ghostie gives the nastiest side-eyes to him the moment he even opens his mouth. (Yeah she got from her dad)

❥ Ghostie absolutely loves getting head pats and giving them, to her, it's one of the best forms of praise. Anyone gives her head pats gets to witness her absolutely adorable reaction, the way her eyes light up, those little lips curling into a smile causing her chubby cheeks to be prominent and her eyes squinting. Mostly loves doing it to uncle Soap, because the mohawk is fluffy.

❥ Maybe at some point, when Philip decides to behave then he can earn the head pats from Ghostie.

❥ Meals with the Taskforce and Ghostie are a certified hit, she has quite the appetite and she shows it. Simon takes it upon himself to always does what his wife does at home when he's out with Ghostie, bringing her silicone bib and baby utensils. (Even the bulky ass highchair attachment that he keeps in that back of his car/truck)

"More please..." Ghostie says, making grabby hands, in the middle of chewing after observing that her plate is yet again empty.

Price chuckles, looking at Simon who was now careful about the amount of food to add on Ghostie's plate because the toddler is on her third round of food.

❥ Ghostie enjoys clapping her hands and anything as well, especially after eating and being satisfied.

❥ Ghostie is into tea, her dad got her hooked on it.

"Aye, what about you Ghostie? What'd you like?" Soap asks the little one who's currently keeping herself busy with her custom coloring book.

"Tea!" She says, looking up for a bit to Soap before focusing back on her coloring.

"You heard her Johnny, make that two.." Simon says with a pretty firm pat on the back for Soap.

"Fuckin' Brits..."

❥ Auntie Farah and uncle Alex are the babysitters when uncle Gaz, uncle Soap and peepaw Price ain't around. Farah loves that kid to death, if she was being honest, she saw a lot of resemblance between Simon and Ghostie. Of course there are looks were, she's basically a carbon copy of him but also mannerisms;

❥ Ghostie who copies her dad, being adamant about being cleanly and tidy, oftentimes catching people surprised that she tidies up after herself immediately after playing before moving onto another set of toys, coloring books and coloring materials. She notices and mirrors how Simon is consistent in keeping things tidy and out the way.

❥ Whenever Ghostie is at home with her momma (you) and Simon had to run errands, she always wakes up first, seeing how her dad gets up early too.

Ghostie rises up with a soft yawn, rubbing her tiny eyes with her hands, she looked around at the still dimly lit room. She turned her head from side to side looking for her dad.

She was met by him standing and dressing himself up in a black hoodie to go out and buy something. She gives him that cheek to cheek smile before leaning her cheek and closing her eyes, mandatory kiss from dad before he left.

"Alright pumpkin, dada's leaving now. I'll be back later, be good and don't give momma a hard time.." Simon reminded her after giving her cheek a kiss.

"Okay dada- promise.." Ghostie yawns mid sentence.

❥ Ghostie who, ever since she way younger, loved to cup her dad's face and nuzzle her nose into his. A tradition that Simon doesn't know if he's ready to see it go when she grows up. Neither is he ready for her to start correcting the words she's been pronouncing wrong;

❥ Dad!Simon whose heart broke once he realizes that the "I love you"s will slowly start to be less and less when she becomes a teen, he's silently wishing to himself that it won't be reduced to not being said at all. You had to reassure him that it won't happen, not when Ghostie's the sweetest little girl anyone could ask for and Simon is the best dad anyone could as for.

❥ Uncle Alejandro and uncle Rudy being the seasoned uncles who happened to be absolutely adored by Ghostie, not as much as uncle Gaz but let's be real here, no one is on uncle Gaz's level.

❥ Uncle Alejandro and uncle Soap having bets and arguments on who gets to reach their language to Ghostie while she just sits there on uncle Rudy's lap, sipping on her apple juice, quite entertained.

❥ YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT RUDY ISN'T RESPONSIBLE FOR GETTING HER TO SLEEP OR NAP, that man is a walking heater. I can just see him standing there while holding her in his arms while she's trying her hardest not to fall asleep, yawning "Uncle Rudy.." before immediately snoring, snuggling her face into his soft blue hoodie shirt. (@icarustypicalfall is living for this, I just know it)

❥ Alejandro who gets smacked in the back of the head by (his husband) Rudy for being too loud and almost waking Ghostie up. (Alerudy when? This is a joke to y'all Alerudy haters, I like the ship, it's cute. Not sure if it's canon here in my AU, up to you guys to decide)

❥ Laswell and her wife absolutely fucking adore Ghostie, shit she makes them want to have kids, she has almost the same effect on almost everyone. Silently making her uncle Gaz wish that he isn't single.

❥ Let's be real here, peepaw Nikolai was the one who Ghostie jammed with while listening to heavy metal. He also got her this mini leather jacket that matched his, with her nationality country/countries flag/s embroidered patch on the side. I can just imagine her little head bangs that peepaw nik taught her 🥺😭.

❥ Also Ghostie has access to almost everyone's prized stuff, uncle Gaz's and peepaw Price's hats, uncle Soap's medals and even peepaw Nik's jacket which looks like she's swimming in it when she's wearing it.

❥ This pic is so Dad!Simon and Ghostie coded:

❥ Something tells me that Simon would send you this pic and you'd probably have a heart attack, your husband isn't the best driver after all but you trust him since he won't put your daughter in imminent danger.

❥ I think most of the time, Ghostie is in her uncle Gaz's arms and/or lap while he sits on the passenger seat, doesn't really matter who's driving.

My past works on Ghostie, in case you haven't seen the posts before this one on my most favorite mini Ghost:

Little Ghost (Drabble)

TF141 Interacting with Little Ghost Hcs

This was far longer than I expected, I just love Ghostie so much and I just have a lot to say regarding her.

A/n: This is now an official taglist for most of my generic CoD works, none of these people asked to be tagged on my mediocre content and I understand that, if y'all wanna be removed from the taglist then y'all could tell me privately or on the replies if you guys prefer it :))

Sidenote: Is it normal to be so excited over something you bought? I literally bought my first ever concealer today, a mascara that I've been looking for and lip oil. I was so excited that I squealed when I got home and immediately used them. Any makeup tips that you guys have? Sort of a beginner at this stuff.. Also does anyone whose had viral posts ever feel like their popular strike is over because none of their works get as much attention? Looking at all my recent posts and hyperventilating because the numbers are lower by so much.

[pedal-writes]

Homesick (2)

A/N: This one is a bit longer despite it honestly being filler but yk I gotta keep the grind up guys 🙏 oh yeah, don't mind the obligatory fanfic bestie, she isn't gonna have that big a role after this don't worry guys, big peepaw robot will only be on the mind soon lolz

Oh yeah and I added some dialogue from the book in here bc it's easier to translate that then movie dialogue so I'm gonna switch between the both of those, just an FYI!

It’s been about a week or so since you arrived in L.A.. Like Sam boasted about, he managed to get a car, a yellow camero to be exact. It was amusing how much he rubbed it in your face as if you didn’t get a car when you were literally his age. But you weren’t that bothered by his sudden load of cockiness and was just happy he managed to get some independence for himself. 

Today, Felicity wanted to meet up with you  and catch up over some dinner and maybe a shopping spree at the mall. She had been talking about it all week but couldn’t see you until now since she hasn’t found a good time to take off from work. You went through your suitcase and found a few cute clothing items that screamed casual but also girls night (more like day) out. As you picked up your purse and made sure all of your essentials were inside, you made your way out of your bedroom and down the stairs. A small chuckle left your lips when you heard your parents muffled voices bickering outside. They were working on the yard for the past few hours and your mom would constantly harp on what your dad did wrong. It was a little funny honestly. 

Suddenly, you felt someone walk past you and a muffled sorry escaped their lips. You glanced over in confusion and saw Sam go into the garage. You snorted and decided to follow him, out of pure curiosity. As you walk into the garage and lean on the door frame, Sam scrambled to find his keys. “Hey Sam, what’s goin’ on?”

Sam glances over, his demeanor dropping a bit in annoyance. “I’m uh, going to this lake party. Miles is gonna come with me so y’know…”

“Wait, you got invited to an actual party?” You responded with a twinge of surprise in your voice. “No offense.”

“I mean not… officially. It’s a public place, anyone can go to the lake.” Sam said, making his way past you and towards one of the back doors. “And why are you so done up? You don’t usually wear clothes that nice.”

“Wh— Okay I’m going to ignore that you just said that. Anyways, Felicity is gonna pick me up in a few because she wanted to catch up since we haven’t seen each other in like forever.” You say as you adjust the purse hanging on your shoulder. As the name ‘Felicity’ leaves your mouth, Sam groans over dramatically and turns towards you. “You’re seriously still friends with that girl?”

“Duh! She’s my best friend Sam.” 

“Yeah, more like she’s the best at being annoying. She would literally come here every single day after school and you two would talk about whatever girl problems you two had and by the way, I heard everything. The walls are very thin in this house.” Sam opened up the door and began to walk out. “I have no idea how mom and dad even tolerated it because I didn’t! You guys didn’t even listen to me when I complained.” He rants irritably, making his way towards the driveway.

“But she had a troubled home life! I was the only one there for her. And she hasn’t spent the night here since I was in high-school. That was, what, five years ago?” You explained as you followed close behind him. Both of you managed to step onto your father’s, Ron’s, lawn. “You two, I do not like footprints on my grass. Please step onto the very nice path I ever so carefully laid down.” 

“Oh, sorry dad.” You mumbled and retraced your steps. You could practically hear Sam’s eye role as he begrudgingly did the same. “Mom, seriously, could you stop putting jewelry on Mojo? He’s got enough self-esteem issues as a Chihuahua without you pimping him every day.”

Judy frowned at her son. “You know I don’t like for you to use that term,” She scolded. 

“Maybe you should put him back in the dryer, hon.” Ron said playfully. 

You glanced towards your mother with a confused expression. “Wait, that’s how Mojo broke his leg? Mom, you told me he jumped off the counter and fell weird.”

“I– I was ashamed, it’s embarrassing. And It was an accident, Ron! I didn’t know he fell asleep in the laundry basket. You know how hard he is to see sometimes.” Judy reached down and picked up the small dog, cuddling him close to her chest despite Mojo’s frantic means to escape her grasp.  “How’s your little leggy-weggy, huh, tough guy?” She cooed.

Hearing a small buzz come from your phone, you grab it from your pocket and see a message from Felicity. 

‘I’m here nerd :P GET UR ASS OUT HERE!!’ 

“Oh uh, Felicity’s here. I’ll see you guys later. And have fun at your lake party, SAM.” You walk back into the house and hear a cut off ‘shut up’ as you close the door behind you. From the windows at the front of the house, you see that familiar white convertible parked in front of the house and excitedly open the front door, locking it behind you. 

“Hey you! Long time no see.” Felicity said, resting her sunglasses on top of her head. You walk towards the car and open the door to sit inside. “Yeah, it’s certainly been awhile.” You lean over and give Felicity a hug, cringing slightly at the amount of perfume she’s wearing. 

“So how are you? How’s your job?” Pulling away, she starts the car and drives down the neighborhood’s street. “I’m doing alright. I uh… quit my job. Some stuff happened with another coworker and I just couldn’t work there anymore.” You hesitantly answered, fidgeting with the strap of your purse. 

“Oh snap. Was it like a creepy coworker thing or…” 

“No no, nothing like that. Well I guess… kinda. It’s complicated. I had no idea what this guy’s problem with me was but he wouldn’t leave me alone! Always harassed me before, during, and after work. I tried to report him to H.R. but since he was positions above me, they just gave him a slap on the wrist.” You paused for a few moments and felt your cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment. “So one morning, I was so pent up I… hit him. Like punched him, really hard. I’m pretty sure I broke his nose and screwed up my hand really badly. It was a stupid thing, really…” 

Felicity stayed quiet for a few seconds before a smile creeped onto her face. “That is so badass.”

You looked at her dumbfounded. “It was not badass!” 

“It so was! You were like ‘you want a piece of me?! Bam!’ and then the creep went down. I bet he never bothered you again after that, huh?” She quipped, that same dumb smile resting on her face. 

“No, he didn’t. But it cost me my job! It’s just really unprofessional.”

“But didn’t you quit it?”

You sighed. “I quit out of embarrassment, before they would inevitably fire me.”

“Oh. Well, since you’re so smart, I’m confident you’ll find another one. Maybe one without a weirdo guy.” 

“Yeah, I hope so.” You rested your elbow against the hard material on the door and laid your head against your cheek, staring at the passing buildings and people with a mopey expression. You really were disappointed you lost a job that both perfectly matched your interests and paid highly. Maybe after being in L.A. for a few weeks will raise your spirits enough to start job hunting again, and get out of this weird depressive funk that’s been preventing you from doing so. 

Felicity noticed your change in attitude and cleared her throat, changing the subject. “So I’ve been following this one news blog and apparently there are some high tensions between the U.S. and some other countries for some reason. I really hope a war doesn’t start because that would be, like, really bad.” She says, glancing between you and the road ahead of her. 

“Oh yeah,” You sit up again and look at her. “I’ve seen stuff like that on the news. If a war does start, they would start drafting people right?”

Slowly the restaurant came into view and Felicity pulled the car into the parking lot. “Pretty sure, but only boys though. Woohoo for us I guess… Speaking of boys, how’s Sam doing?” 

“He’s doing fine. He got a car recently, It’s kind of a piece of junk though. And he also still hates you.” 

Felicity laughed as she pulled into an empty parking space. “Yeah I figured. Should I apologize to him? Since I kind of invaded your personal life for a good while.” She turned off the car and stepped out, grabbing her purse. You think about it and eventually nod, also exiting the vehicle. ”He’s annoying for sure but I’m gonna say yes. I care about the both of you and I don’t want any bad tension between you two, as funny as it is.” 

“I’ll remember that. Oh, and when we get in here, only one alcoholic beverage. Cause I am not dragging your drunk ass out of here like last time.” She playfully bumped her shoulder into yours and opened the front door for you. 

“What that– It was my 21st birthday! That’s not fair. I even said I wouldn’t do something like that again.” You argued.

“Riiight, okay. Just get in here.” You rolled your eyes and mumbled a ‘whatever’, to which Felicity chuckled. 

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It was already night time when you and Felicity were done shopping at the mall. She was a bit of a bad influence considering how overboard you went with the shopping, with her excuse being ‘you’ll probably rarely get chances to visit Cali again so make it worth your while!’ But despite the amount of money you spent, you deemed it worth it considering you found the cutest pair of Uggs. As the two of you walked down the sidewalk, You let out a small sigh as you realized how far away Felicity had actually parked. It was a Saturday night so of course the mall was packed, so it made sense for her to park a block or two away. 

What you both didn’t know was that there was a looming police car in the distance behind you, slowly creeping. 

“Remember that one time in sophomore year when you liked that one jock-y kind of guy and during valentines day, you went up to give him a valentine and literally fell on your face?” You laughed, adjusting the bags in your hands so they wouldn’t be as uncomfortable in your hands.

“Oh my god, that was so embarrassing! It gives me second-hand embarrassment just thinking about it.” Felicity shivered.

“Hey, at least he asked if you were ok, even if he rejected you afterwards…”

“Ugh, can we talk about something else? Please?”

Soon, Felicity’s car came into view and you both crossed the street with urgency. As you put your bags in the backseat and got into the car, your brows furrowed at the police car parked beside the sidewalk you and Felicity were just walking. “Uh, Was that Cop car always there?” You pointed out to your friend. 

“Mm, yeah no. I’m pretty sure he just drove up. He’s probably keeping a look out for thieves or junkies or something.” She replied, starting the car and beginning to pull out of the parking space. “Unless, you’re the thief.” 

You playfully scoffed. “I wouldn’t steal anything!”

“I’m just joshing with you.” Felicity patted your back and drove down the dark street. A few minutes would pass before you would see that same cop car following behind you two from that same far distance as before. You brushed it off, he was probably just driving to get something to eat or go back to the station. But as Felicity turned the car a few more times and the car still didn’t change its direction, you started to get a little anxious. 

“Felicity, that cop car is legitimately following us now.” You mumble, staring into the rear view mirrors with a small pit in your stomach. 

“What? Should I pull over?” She replied in a worried manner. 

“I don’t think so… He would turn his lights on or–or yell at us to pull over by now.” 

Felicity decided to take a different way to your house and went down a darkened street with almost no streets nor people, to try and maybe lose him. The two of you still kept your eyes on the rear view lights before the car suddenly stopped. It sat there for a few seconds before making a U-turn and going back the way it entered, almost like it was being called by something. You both sighed in relief, “Thank god…” You muttered. 

“That was really weird… Do you think he was gonna kidnap us or something?” Felicity looked at you with wide eyes.

The thought irked you a bit and you shook your head. “I don’t want to think about it, I just want to go home.”

Felicity nodded understandably and went back onto the regular route to your house. The ride wasn’t that long and as the car drove down your neighborhood’s street, the familiar shape of your family's home came into view. “Thank you for coming to hang out with me, I really missed you. And I’m sorry it ended weird with the whole cop thing…” Felicity said with a small frown on her face. 

You huffed, leaning in and giving her a hug. “It’s okay. At least he left us alone and I got to spend some time with you.” You pulled away and smiled, to which she returned. You reached in the back and grabbed your bags, stepping out and closing the car door with your hip. 

“I’ll call you tomorrow, please get home safe Fel.” 

“Will do, tell your parents I said hi!” With that, Felicity started her car again and drove down the street. You watched her drive away for a few seconds before going into your house. When you opened your door, it was dark and you were pretty sure your parents were asleep. You walked up the stairs and you heard Sam’s muffled talking coming  from his room. Something about how leaving someone behind at the lake wasn’t that big a deal and to ‘get over it.’ 

You snorted and headed towards your room, setting your bags down and closing the door. It was a bit late but you could probably still squeeze a shower in, considering you felt a bit sweaty from walking outside all that time. You took off your shoes and grabbed your towel off of the door, walking back into the hallway and into the bathroom. You didn’t want the shower to be too long considering how late it is so you moved with a sense of urgency, getting out after about 20 minutes. 

After getting into some jammies and aggressively drying your hair with your towel, you flop into bed and sort of reminisce about the past day. While you were really happy you got to see your best friend again, you felt a bit irked out by that cop car following you and Felicity. There really was no rational explanation to justify why that car was following you so it was probably either a creepy guy who stole a police car, or worse, a creepy cop. The thought creeped you out and you sat up, yawning and rubbing your eyes tiredly. Your eyes dart over to under your door and you see a little bit of light that was coming from Sam’s room. That gave you an idea. You grabbed a blanket and a pillow and made your way out of your room. You stopped at Sam’s door and knocked. The sound of approaching footsteps were heard and the door opened, Sam standing there with a neutral expression. “What’s up?” 

“Can I sleep in your room tonight?” You hesitantly asked, honestly feeling a little childish. 

Sam rolled his eyes. “You’re a grown woman, with your own room, and I need my privacy. So if you don't mind—” As he closed the door, you gently stopped it with your hand and gave him a saddened look. “Please Sam, I don’t think I want to be alone right now.” 

His eyes widened slightly and he sighed, opening the door fully and letting you enter. You found an empty spot on the carpeted floor and threw your pillow down, sitting down beside it. “So… Did something bad happen today?” Sam asked, walking over and sitting on his bed. 

“No—well, yeah I guess. Felicity and I were on our way over here and this cop car was just slowly driving after us. I didn’t think much of it at first until Felicity turned a few times and that car was still behind us. We were panicking and I thought ‘oh my god i’m going to die’ before the creep stopped and turned around. It wasn’t fun, like at all.” As you talked, you laid your head down against your pillow and pulled your blanket over you, looking over at your brother. 

“Oh damn, I’m sorry. That sounds freaky.” Sam said with a frown. 

“Yeah it certainly was. I’m just glad we managed to get out of there without getting hurt or worse… Anyways, I’m gonna change the subject now. How was the lake party?” 

Sam grinned at the question. “You won’t believe it when I tell you, cause it’s that unbelievable.” 

“Spill.” 

“Mikaela Banes actually got into my car and I drove her home, in my car!” 

You sat up with a bewildered expression. “Bullshit!” 

“I’m serious!” 

The two of you talked and laughed for a little while after that and soon drifted off to sleep, you forgetting about the mildly upsetting events that transpired today. A few hours had passed of peaceful slumber until you heard a car revving and Sam running out his door in a hurry. You were still a bit dazed and your tired mind registered it as nothing, so you quickly fell back to sleep.

[bonefanatic]

a/n: once again up in my feels and coping with a deity turtle: peepaw edition. warnings for violent themes and other such yandere things. flirty god x war experienced reader. song doesn't fit for this one either but whtv anymore.

Gaze of The Deceitful Divine

(Don't Fear) The Reaper

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Your body aches. Blood coats your armor and the floor beneath you.

Not yours.

Your head is bowed, hands folded and eyes shut tight. The only sound is your own breathing and the cracking of the altar's candles.

Then there is cacophony of stomping and shouts and the beating of hooves on the ground. You bring your head down further, pressing it into the cool marble floor beneath you.

The sanctuary doors fly open and you can hear the clinking of metal armor and the echoes of orders being barked.

You remain in your position.

Your ungloved hands meet the familiar hilt of your blade. The grooves of where your fingers used to grasp it so desperately. You don't grab the blade, leaving it to rest before your god's likeness.

You blink your eyes open as the footsteps grow closer, looking up to the statue of your grace.

A massive marble structure of an impossibly beautiful mutant. His head is tilted downwards, looking down his snout with a smirk. His eyes are striking even after all these years the statue has endured.

The red is a familiar shade.

You squeeze your eye shut and bow your head again. The doors to the room slam open and your head the approaching footsteps.

A rope is lowered and then tightened around your neck. The man behinds you presses his knee against your spine and hisses in your ear.

"I didn't think it'd be this easy, you know."

You keep your eyes shut and don't respond to him. He growls, tugging the rope tighter. Your head begins to swim and then everything is black.

-

The surface beneath you shifts in a steady motion, you hear the sound of hood falls and huffing. Your fingers curl into the creatures mane as you begin to come to. You slowly begin to regain use your limbs and senses.

Then something touches your waist. Your very much unarmored waist.

You blink your eyes open quickly, eyeing the three fingered hands. The thumb is curled into the loops of the sash on your waist.

You furrow your brows.

It has been years since you'd worn robes, especially nice, silken ones like these.

You try to turn, but something stops you. That something then breathes a breath of hot air onto your neck and nuzzles close to your ears.

"Eyes forward, beauty."

The voice is gruff but with an almost playful edge to it.

You're then made suddenly aware of the force digging into your back and how it isn't your own plates of armor. Your body stiffens on instinct.

The hand on your waist then shifts between your shoulder blades.

"Uh uh. None of that. Relax, sweetheart."

You look down, opting to observe your surroundings. You're sat stop a large horse, the same color of char. It trudges dutifully through the shallow waters that surround you. Colorful fish dance around the legs of the steed.

The being behind you switches their hand to your shoulder.

"You're still rather tense, darling. Just relax."

The voice is almost hypnotic and part of you wants to comply. The other part of you is smarter than that. You jerk your body away from him. The movement doesn't seem to bother the horse.

"Stop that."

The hand wraps around your throat but doesn't squeeze. It still hurts though, there must be a bruise there.

"Perhaps you need a long nap, dearest, you still haven't slept off all that...resistance."

There's a slight pressure against your head that almost feels vaguely like a kiss, then the world fades to black once more.

[papuhater]

Could you do southpark main 4 with a reader whos father thinks of them as family as soon as they meet him. Like i think this would be cute cuz i love my peepaw and he’s always treated my friends so well. Hes a busy man due to owning a company and being at work 18/24 hours of the day. So maybe the readers dad takes a week off and takes the entire gang for a vacation abroad. To show gratitude that they’ve been the readers friend or s/o however you want to write it (the reader is bad with social cues and is maybe a tiny bit on the spectrum)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ main four with a reader who's dad thinks of them as family ࿐ྂ

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ a/n: ig i'm out of hiatus, thank you sm for requesting!!! i loved the idea!!!!(not my art, credits to goldruby on devianart)

the main four love going to your house, not only because you're their friend, but because your dad is super cool.

like super duper cool, i'm talking about welcoming them with open arms, ever since they stepped in from that door the first time.

god bless your dad, because he now has four extra uneducated children, kyle always comes with ike whenever his mom's really mad at them, and vent completely to you and your dad if he's around. when your papa thanks him for being your boyfriend/friend, he actually brushes off his thanks, saying that "he likes being around you", even if you're a bit awkward, his extroverted personality makes up for it.

stan feels like home whenever he goes to your place, it's calm, and he loves your papa, even though he isn't around a lot, stan, apreciates how he treats him when he sees him. he loves absolutely being your friend/boyfriend, so when your dad thanks him, he is confused, because he thinks you're an amazing so he doesn't need to be thanked or anything.

kenny, goes to your home every day just to sleepover, because his home life is a mess, and your papa knows it, so he helps him in everything he can, even giving his dad a job in the company he owns, kenny looks up to your father, as how he wants to be when he grows up. loves being your friend, he also doesn't really understand social cues, so you don't need to worry. when your dad thanks him for being your friend/boyfriend, he does not take the thanks, he should be the one thanking him for making such an amazing human being.

cartman, he, the untamable kid, has a soft spot for your papa, maybe it's because he doesn't have a father in his life, but he has a paternal relationship with him. he loves hanging out with you, and don't worry, he also doesn't understand social cues, he just does whatever he wants. and when your dad thanks him for being your friend he is the only fucker that accepts the thanks proudly .

your papa loves taking the whole group on trips, from the mall to the beach. the beach trip was complete chaos, with cartman eating cheesy poffs in the car, kyle and stan bothering him, with how his mom treated him like a child whenever they were going on a trip. you sitting in the front sit with your dad, and kenny laughing alongside.

[apicelladonna]

Love your art 🥰

Some jealous Albus/jealous Gellert headcanons?

Thank you so much! I love them to bits.

*cracks knuckles* Here we go: Albus/jealous Gellert headcanons!

Gellert 'What makes Albus Dumbledore so fond you' Grindelwald: aka someone talks to your SO what do you do?

It is on SIGHT. Confront-

He will squeeze himself into any conversation that bats an eyelash at Albus.

He will be loud I assure you, not in the fun way as he grills you in the topic you were discussing a few minutes ago with his significant other. Finding any openings he can get to show Albus talking to you isn't worth it.

Whilst his arm finding his way into Albus' waist.

Interrogation style, out of a CSI episode.

He will be petty so get ready for some really weird quips coming from a guy who never got his diploma-

When confronted on why he is behaving such, he will suddenly shut up and fume about other things.

how to win back: Honestly, Gellert's too easy- just Albus kissing him senselessly and a promise if he behaves like a good boy

(Gellert finds out about Nicholas Flamel and Albus' research and that's why he hates Paris-)

Albus 'I am not affected if ignore it with enough sugar' Dumbledore:

He will be polite, smiling through it. He will be more formal, creating a distance between him and the person of he is jealous of.

Might casually display his vast knowledge on a certain topic in the conversation subtly." "Oh yes, I've heard of (topic/person) I'm actually well acquainted with them" you don't realize you are infront of a jealous man until you are lulled in the corner of the conversation-

But he won't make much of a fuss because he really doesn't want any warrant attention :")

"Everything is fine, what do you mean?"

Passive aggressive until you figure out what was bothering him in the first place. He will let you self-reflect on it while he nestles himself into his armchair, a box of sweet treats that he had hidden somewhere Gellert couldn't find, reading a book or grading papers.

how to win back: a bit more difficult really, but Gellert woos him in the privacy of their study. Never tripping in his words as he assured his Albus that all of him was for Albus alone.

(When Albus first sees Gellert after so many years, in the newspaper, with the black hair witch confidante he has--he ate out his heart with so much sweets that his tooth hurt-)

Bonus for old married Grindeldore husbands (in another lifetime)

Gellert will still talk out your ears. Watch out peepaws out for you if you made Albus laugh??? While he literally hold hands with his husband.

"If you peck out Elphias Doge's robes, I will never disturb your firepit" to Fawkes one day.

Albus would just be too happy to watch Gellert fume about how much time he was talking to a colleague (it's literally Minerva-)

Subtle territorial markings ft. Albus' very bright purple scarf around Gellert's neck or a scratchy yellow sweater with Albus' initials-

In totality,

Share your own headcanons, I live for these two bastards (affectionately)

[slashingdisneypasta]

Older!Horror Villains x Younger!Reader || Reactions

Reacting to: Someone at the store thinking that they're your grandparent- rather then your S/O. (Just something funny I was considering for Inkubus but decided to just do for all of them ^^ XD 😅)

Characters Included: The gilfs of the fandom 😅 ? I'm thinking 50 years and above. Captain Spaulding, Drayton Sawyer, Granny Boone, Inkubus, Jedidiah Sawyer, Luda Mae Hewitt, Mayor Buckman, Mental Manny / Manual Dyer, Peepaw Michael Myers, Norman Nordstrom, Otis B. Driftwood, Pamela Voorhees, Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr, Stuart Lloyd, the Taxidermist / Walter Harris and Winslow Foxworth Coltrane.

Warnings: Major age difference, bad language, sexual references, a really awkward misunderstanding...

Captain Spaulding: Spaulding's a pretty good sport about it XD In fact, he kinda enjoys it. Cuz then he gets to rub it in the persons face what a young, hot thing he's got going here with you and what- what did you say you had again?? Nothin'?? Yeahh, that's what I thought. Fuck right off, why dontcha?

Drayton Sawyer: Drayton goes so red and is about to blow his top. He gets enough shit from his brothers over this! He does not need one more moron bothering him about it! Fuck off! *Grabs you by the arm and storms off*

Granny Boone: "... Grandma, huh? Alright then!~ " *Turns to you* "Come here, sweetie, give grandmother a kiss~ " She's about to ruin that guys whole career 😅😅😅

Inkubus: Inkubus is not amused. Grandpa?? Absolutely not, no. He'll correct the person in the most embarrassing way possible.

Jedidiah Sawyer: Jed does not care at all 😅😅 The only person who's opinion matters to him is yours, so who cares if this guy thinks he's your grandpa? Fine then, he's your grandpa. So go and mow the lawn for him while he sits on the porch and has a sweet tea.

Luda Mae Hewitt: She's is gonna tear that guy a new one. Calling her old?? Son of a bitch, where is that persons manners?? She should set her damn sons on him.

Mayor Buckman: Sorry, Buckman cannot answer this question. He's too busy choking.

Mental Manny / Manual Dyer: Manny loves to correct people. He's got the biggest smile on his face as he goes oh you're mistaken- this is my beautiful partner. A little young, sure, but we sure don't mind~ Oh sweetheart, I think we're going be late for our dinner reservations. Shall we?

Peepaw Michael Myers: Like Jed he struggles to give a shit. Who cares??? He knows that he's not your grandfather and you know he's not your grandfather- that's all that matters. He doesn't care... but he does enjoy giving you a big kiss, with tongue, later when the guy sees you both again. He's a gremlin.

Norman Nordstrom: ... what? Norman is pissed at this idea, he hates it. He feels like a digusting predator (*cough* which he is, though not because you like him ^^) and it hits close to home. He's going to need you to set it straight.

Otis B. Driftwood: "... Ha! Okay, pal, check this out." He'll say, then turn around and basically make out with you right there in front of the guy. Otis is not amused at the poor insinuation and takes it out with lewd efficiency.

Pamela Voorhees: Again- not amused. As far as she's concerned, this total stranger has no business making disgusting insinuations about the two of you, anyway. So she'll ruthlessly take them down a notch with her words- and sweet smile.

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr: "... you think you're funny? No I ain't their fucken grandpa. Didn't your bitch momma ever teach you to mind your business? Oh don't you worry, I can do it for her." Just- my friend- just keep him from taking out the damn shot gun.

Stuart Lloyd: "... oh... uh... n-no, actually- " Stuart forces himself to stutter through a quick explanation- but he wants to crawl into a whole and die (:

Taxidermist / Walter Harris: Gets the nervous giggles 😅😅😅 Doesn't correct them.

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane: Annnnd Foxy loves it XD He was already one kinky mother fucker- you can use this as foreplay. Let him smack your ass while they're still looking but call you 'Hon' or 'Sweetie'- he finds it funny and hot in equal measures.

[fishsticksloser]

Hey could you possibly do rise Leo x a chubby gn reader? Thx and have a good one!

Falling Deeper Everyday

Leo x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff, aged up, tiny bit of angst

A/N: I have a F!Leo coming out soon too... Uh... Someone sent it in with a picture on Peepaw on the Barbie poster, so... :3

An alarm rang, annoyingly on the other side of the bed. You heard Leo groan and shut it off before rolling over and pulling you closer. He murmured something into your neck before he fell back asleep. You snuggled closer to him, feeling his plastron dig into your shoulder blades a little.

"Leo!" You hear Mikey call through the door. "If you don't get up now, we'll leave you guys here!"

That's right, you were going on a trip to the Hidden City. It was a lot bigger than you thought and you all were going to explore. Leo had told you that he had somethings to show you, he thought you'd really like them.

"Five more minutes." He mumbles, burring his face in your back. He kissed your spine before another bang sounded on the door. Leon groans and rolls over. "I'm up!"

You both took your time getting ready, he let you borrow one of his shirts. He always tried to make excuses for you to wear them. He tied his mask, leading the way out of his room.

"Good morning, Blue." Splinter smiles. He greets you, handing you tea.

"Good morning, Pops..." Leo yawns. You both sit and eat the amazing meal Mikey prepared. The dinning room was full of talking, everyone excited to explore.

꒦꒷⚔️꒷꒦

"Babe, look!" Leo leaned over a railing, pointing below. You look over and see a waterfall, flowering plants framing it. The water sparkled although there wasn't a sun to cause it.

"Wow..." You gasp. "It's beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you." Leo chuckles, nudging you softly. You roll your eyes and shove him back. You start to walk away. "Say it back..." You continue walking, laughing to yourself. "Say it back!"

"Come on, Leo, we're meeting everyone for lunch." You continue walking, hearing Leo run to catch up.

"You don't think I'm pretty?" Your boyfriend pouts.

"I do, but that was beautiful." You answer.

He huffs, pulling you to him. He blew a raspberry on your neck, making you laugh. Leo laughs into your neck, pressing his torso to yours. He pulled away, you smile watching him run off

"Can you believe that?" You hear someone whisper.

"Wasn't that the Battle Nexus champion?"

"He could do better."

Your smile quickly falls. You knew their opinions didn't matter, but how can they feel comfortable talking about someone like that?

You met up with everyone else. Leo and Mikey immediately seeing a difference in your body language. Leo came over and asked if you wanted to leave.

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Leo portaled you back to his room after lunch. You collapsed on his bed. He put his katanas up and pulled his mask off.

"What happened? Are you okay?" Leo asks, leaning over you.

"Just yo'kai talking."

"What did they say?"

"I know it shouldn't bother me... But they were talking about how you could do better..."

"I think they're just jealous that I've landed someone so beautiful. Inside and out." Leo leans down and kisses you softly. He moves his way down your neck.

"Leo..." You sigh. "It's just..."

"Just?" He pulls away. "Don't you believe me?"

"I do..."

"Then shut out those losers. They don't know you. They don't even know me." Leo frowns, kissing all over your face. "You're amazing..."

[snow--berry]

Random Headcanons #3

Characters: John Price, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley

John Price

•Has fought with Ghost over what tea is best.

•Favors Gaz and Ghost and he thinks he's slick but EVERYONE knows.

•Has bunny slippers just because I said so.

•Started getting grey-hairs early because of a few certain people. *cough cough* Soap and Gaz *cough cough*

•He knows Laswell's wife.

•Watches old movies and when people tell him that the movie he's watching is like 20 years old he almost dies.

•Best dad!

•Waits until New Years Eve to throw away the Christmas tree.

•Almost impossible to out-drink.

•Doesn't understand what a peepaw is and why Gaz, Soap and Roach are calling him one.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

•He'd wear make up and a frilly dress if you asked him to.

•He'd get matching dresses with Soap.

•Listens to loud music at night and thinks no one knows but everyone does.

•Low-key intimidated by König. Just like most people.

•I feel like he'd also go by he/they.

•I feel like pink, purple and green would all be good colors on him.

•Him and Soap totally kiss, we all know it. Ghost is not happy.

•Laswell is his unofficial mom.

•He can't choose between cats and dogs.

•One of the most confident and mentally healthy people in this place.

John "Soap" MacTavish

•Stares at Ghost's ass on a regular basis. Sorry not sorry.

•Sings Scottish songs in the shower and has no shame about it.

•Also has a big and loving family.

•Would totally wear a dress or a skirt and no one is surprised.

•Easier drunk than you'd think. And really silly when drunk. And loud.

•But he's just so lovable!

•His accent also gets really thick when he's drunk so like 90% of the time no one even knows what he's saying. Just something about Ghost. And that's about all we know.

•Skilled artist. Just check out his canon diary/journal!

•Cat person. He devoted three pages in his diary to how much he hates dogs.

•He IS the dog. Just look at him!

•ADHD

•Pain in everyone's ass without his meds because he's gone in half a second and no one knows where he went.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

•Blonde hair. Light brown eyes. I have a hair cut in mind too but Idk how to describe it.

•Stares.

•Autistic

•Sensory issues big time, especially when it comes to touching things or being touched.

•He knows Roach is in the vents but isn't bothered enough to stop him.

•He also isn't bothered enough to explain Price what a peepaw is.

•He randomly picks people up. Like Roach can be doing the most random shit and Ghost will just pick him up because he's had enough.

•He's also picked up Soap and Gaz.

•He wants to throw Graves like how you skip rocks at a lake.

•Pls don't put them next to eachother. One of them will die and it's not Ghost.

•I actually don't care for Graves I just don't want Ghost to get in trouble for killing Shephard's pet chihuahua lap dog thingy.

[ressioo]

3rd Simp Anon bit I don't Simp for Solar

NSH IS MAH LOVE!!!!!

My god thats so valid

@tenspontaneite You've got competition

Anyway have various doodles of the man i never posted, as well as his half finished ref (can't be bothered to do the clothes rn lmao)

Bonus peepaw overseer

[swanseamechanic1962]

peepaw have u ever worn a dress before, and if not, would u mayhaps be willing to wear one rn....

(hiding 1 behind back nervously)

[Predictably, he scoffs and rolls his eyes at the very idea, waving a dismissive hand and turning away without hesitation.]

Oh, please. I ain't...

[As he turns away, he seems to become lost in thought for a moment. The look in his eyes changes, subtly, softening into a faraway look of some vague, hard-to-place emotion; one that seems almost alien to a face as surly as his. Could it be... nostalgia?]

...no, no I ain't.

Not in a long time...

[Just as quickly as it came, the look fades, his face hardening into its usual bitter scowl. He waves his hand again.]

Don't bother asking again. You won't get a thing out of it.

[ayyy-pee]

your hc about kishibe being jealous about readers’ ‘little vacation’ with aki was so 😵‍💫😵‍💫 i need a fic about peepaw like that 😭😭

omgggg hahaha when yall call him peepaw, i lose it lmfaoooo. i was thinking about this while i was working. but i got a little drabble for you. nothing crazy

i'm a firm believer that aki is the only person who can pull jealousy out of kishibe. he's someone kishibe actually respects who understands your lifestyle, can empathize with you and honestly may be more similar to kishibe than he would like to acknowledge

so in the company meeting held after your return, when kishibe stumbles in a little more tipsy than he intended and misses his opportunity to sit next to you, he's just a little bit bothered to see you sitting shoulder to shoulder with aki. only a tiny bit annoyed when aki leans over and whispers something in your ear that makes your eyes widen and has you giggling behind your hand

you two seem to have gotten closer since your little stint in the hotel together. when kishibe thinks about it, it makes sense. you both survived what he's sure was a traumatic experience fighting a devil together. but when he sees you and aki together, hears you and aki make your inside jokes, sees the way aki's gaze lingers on you a little longer than kishibe likes, he can't help but wonder if anything happened in that hotel room

it's pathetic really. he knows you'd never do that to him. he knows aki wouldn't dare actually make a move. it's all in his head, which only makes him drink more. he hates the notion of being jealous. hates the notion of losing you to aki (or anyone) even more

company meeting or not, kishibe pulls out his flask and takes a large swig of whatever he dumped in there this morning. he can't remember

when you get home later that night and crawl into bed with kishibe in nothing but your little panties and t-shirt, he finds himself wondering if aki got to see you like this, that green eyed monster rearing its ugly head again. he'd drink the feeling away, but he left his liquor in the kitchen and he's too lazy to get it now. but you wrap your arms around him, kissing along his neck, across his jaw, along the scar on his cheek and the feeling subsides, if only for a moment

"i missed you so much, kishi," you whisper against him. his hand drifts under your shirt and up your bare back, a small groan rushing past his lips when he gets to feel your warm skin. he didn't think he'd be able to do this when you had disappeared without a word with aki. he was ready to accept that yet again, someone he cared about had died

the jealousy comes back, again thinking about you stuck in bed just like you are with him, but with aki next to you. it couldn't be comfortable sleeping in your uniform, surely. some possessive part of him fights his way past the alcohol already in his system that would usually keep the jealousy down. it makes it's way to the surface and then kishibe's lips are slotted against yours- sloppy, greedy, hungry. he wants to claim you, make sure you don't forget you're his and his alone

he moves so that his body lays atop yours, wasting no time with gentle caresses before his hand is in your panties, fingers finding your clit and rubbing rough circles while his mouth latches to your neck. he sucks hard, sure to leave a mark, reveling in the sharp cry it brings out of you

good. he thinks. maybe that topknot little shit will back off when he sees it

"how much did you miss me?" he asks, sucking a new mark on your neck, this one right above your throat. he really does want to know. were you thinking about him while you were stuck in the room for days with aki? or was he the last thing on your mind?

"so much, so much, kishi," you pant, arms looping around his neck to pull him in for another kiss. his fingers slide through your folds, faster, easier as your arousal builds, your slick coating his digits.

"ohhh- kishibe, ngh fuck, i missed you so fucking much. fuck me, fuck me please" you whine. he's happy to oblige, yanking your panties down, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough to free his throbbing cock and then he's pushing into you, hard and deep, rough groans mixing with your soft ones. then he moves, thrusting into you with vigor

the sloppy, wet sounds of his balls smacking against your ass fill the room. your loud moans make kishibe grow harder as he fucks into you. he thinks you're so pretty like this. mouth open, brows knitted, head tilted forward so you can watch kishibe's cock disappear into you. so pretty

and then there's that jealousy again. thinking about you and aki possibly cuddled in bed together. it makes him want to be a little mean

"hmm, so wet already. you missed me that much? didn't enjoy your little vacation with aki?"

"w-what?" you gasp, a little surprised by the poor timing of his question

his large hand grips your thigh, his thick fingers molding into the soft flesh, "you heard me, beautiful. you and aki" he shifts his hips, drives into you deeper, hits that sensitive spot right above your cervix that makes you keen. and he likes that sound a lot. he buries his face back in your neck, sucks yet another new mark into your skin before he's mumbling against you, "had a lot of time to get to know each other. seem real buddy buddy now"

he can hear your lips part, surely trying to come up with a coherent response, but the tip of his cock keeps pounding into that spot and it's reducing you to nothing but a stupid, speechless mess

"i see how he looks at you now," kishibe grunts, squeezing your thigh. "he wants you so fuckin' bad. it's obvious"

"no he doesn't," you finally tell him and he laughs against your skin

"oh baby, i know you're smarter than that"

"i don't wanna talk about aki, kishibe"

"he wants to fuck you, you know" he tells you, slowing his thrusts when he feels your walls tighten around him slightly. he pulls back, cocks his head to the side before he looks down between you. "oh? maybe you wanna fuck him too"

you shake your head. "i don't. i only want y-"

"you sure?" he asks. "maybe i'll share you with him. or maybe i'll let him watch"

your walls clamp down on kishibe's length, pulling a harsh grunt from him.

"looks like you'd like that," he says through gritted teeth. "never gonna fuckin' happen but maybe i'll let him watch. let him see what you look like when you're takin' my cock so fuckin' good. let him watch and wish he knew what it felt like to be balls deep in this sweet little pussy"

kishibe is well aware he's being childish, doesn't care though. it's not as though he gets jealous often, if ever. this is a new feeling he hasn't experienced before. he can't really help it. doesn't think he could stop it if he tried. you make him a little crazy crazier than he already is. he really can't explain it

kishibe releases your thigh so he can lean back. he presses his fingers to your lower belly, tracing the outline of the bulge that flattens and swells each time he fills you with his cock

"maybe aki'll get the message if i put a baby riiiiiight here" he taps right below your belly button and you gasp, your pussy tightening around him again

"kishibe, i- oh my god - i'm gonna-"

he leans down, runs his tongue along your bottom lip before he takes the soft flesh between his teeth and sucks hard

"do it then" he interrupts as he resumes his rough pace from before. "cum on my cock. mine. aki will never fuckin' have you. i don't care how many times you end up locked in a fuckin' time loop with him. you're mine. only way you're gettin' rid of me is if you die"

he feels your walls fluttering around him

"yes! i'm yours! all yours! only yours," you cry out, repeating him without him asking.

"good girl," kishibe mutters, feeling your entire body shudder suddenly when your release crashes over you, your pussy squeezing down on him so hard he feels dizzy. or maybe it's the alcohol. doesn't matter. it has his hips stuttering, his body coming forward to loom over you as he keeps thrusting in and out, in and out. has him burying his face in the space between your neck and shoulder as a guttural groan rips from his throat

he just loves the way your velvet walls wrap around his cock, swallowing him whole over and over until you're milking him for all that he's worth, thick ropes of cum painting your insides white. he'd die before he lets aki ever think he has a chance at experiencing this. this is heaven. you are heaven.

and when kishibe comes down from his high, panting above you, giving you sweet kisses as you catch your breath, he nods along with your reassuring words of only wanting him. it soothes him, makes him hard all over again. then his hips are moving again, fucking his cum back into you slowly, staking his claim until there's nothing left for him to give

the next day at the office is...awkward as kishibe watches with hardly concealed humor and satisfaction when aki enters the conference room. his cool blue eyes dart between you and kishibe who has taken his spot next to you, then his gazes drifts over every mark left along your neck from the night before. hard to hide them all when there's so many. you try to play it off, give aki a smile. he returns the gesture awkwardly as he finds another seat at the table

kishibe places his large hand on your thigh beneath the table where no one can see, gives you a gentle squeeze as he feels the normalcy return, the jealousy he once felt now nowhere to be found

[don-a-tron9000]

ok just not gonna think about it and make an intro post in one sitting (will probably edit and add stuff later but who cares)

Greetings, internet!

oh gasp! how shocking you might be thinking! another donatello rise of the tmnt fictionkin! (what am i even saying anymore, i'm just rambling at this point)

hello! i'm donnie. slash crow. slash dee. slash dontron. slash [insert another thousand nicknames you could come up with]. as i've already said, i'm a donnie fictionkin and i use they/it/he + neos pronouns (i'm also a fox and crow therian (oh my god i said the name of my main account (it's @crow-the-fox and you should check it out because i post most of my art there and i'm so cool /j (shameless self promotion has now left the chat))))

under this is my kinfam, as leo called it

the one and only future boy, CJ (also known as the rabbit boi and some others)! -> @apocalyptic-future-boy @parasitic-anomaly @rabbit-parasite (hey parasite if me tagging any of these bothers you or you don't want them there you just tell me ok? /gen)

my annoying twin dressed in blue! -> @anezian

peepaw leo -> @dis-in-disaster

the old tello -> @aster-in-disaster

technically not in the kinfam but my brain twin gets a mention too SHUTOUT TO THE BLOB THAT LIVES IN MY WALLS! -> @randomcerealbrand

uhhh there will be boundries and tags and stuff under the cut but not right now cause i'm tiiredd

oh hey you passed the barrier before there was anything, you get a comically large lollypop

[bonefanatic]

you asked, i answer,, part two of the ddf au pretty please?? and you are wholly encouraged to infodump too 🔥🔥 (i'll make a separate ask for the dead space peepaw au)

ask and ye shall receive anon!

one of my favorite aus tbh-

ddf au, part two: busted

The mess hall is somewhere you've only been once. On one of your first official jobs; fixing one of the freezers.

Beyond that, you aren't allowed in.

The other mechanics eat there on break, though. And you don't particularly feel like telling Big Blue himself that you're the child of a murderer.

So you let him walk off with false hope.

Whatever. It wouldn't have gone far anyway.

About a week pases before you're called back up from your typical duties.

A turtle mutant stands near a ship, he's not as muscular as big blue and slightly taller. He's got a tattoo on his shoulder that you don't stare too long at.

This must be Othello.

"Sir", you salute.

He doesn't bother turning turning his head to look at you. He simply gives you a side eyed glance.

"I take you're the mechanic who worked on my brother's ship?"

Your heart drops. Brothers?

You nod stiffly, trying to figure out what you might've done wrong.

He rolls his shoulders, then turns fully.

"I'd like to compliment you on your work. It's a decent job for someone who isn't me."

You want to puff your chest up in pride.

His eyes flash with something as he looks you over, then it's gone.

"I'd also like to know why you denied my brother's dinner invitation. I haven't heard the end of it, you know."

Busted.